His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 208

This glance made her swallow her words.

Not Uncle Yu.

When I looked up, I saw a face with a deep outline, clean and not stained with a trace of dust.

He has a very good smell on him.

Qian Mi was stunned for a few seconds and couldn't help but put his hand in front of him and shook it.

The gauze covered his eyes, how did he catch her accurately?

Moreover, she didn't see him below just now, did she rush over in an instant?

A series of questions hung on her forehead.

In the next second, Feng Xian let go of her hands and let her fall to the ground.

"Next time, I won't be so lucky," he said.

Qian Miao blinked, grabbed the basket's strap, looked at him, and asked, "Aren't you blind?"

Very straightforward daytime real problem.

Uncle Lao Yu coughed, came over, and explained, "Girl, our young master has better ears, and God blesses you, so he didn't let you fall to the ground, remember, don't climb so high in the future, it's very dangerous ."

"Today was an accident. Without that snake, I wouldn't have fallen." Qian Mi's clear eyes looked at Lao Yu.

"What are you doing up there?"

Feng Xian on the other side had already sat down with a pair of Go in his hand, with a light expression on his face, he asked her casually.

Qian Miao picked up a lucky persimmon and put it back in the basket, "Didn't you hear our conversation just now? I'm picking persimmons."

Feng Xian had no expression, and his fingers touched a special chessboard, so that he could easily identify the position by touch. Similar to Braille, he randomly dropped a chess piece without taking her word.

Qian Miao was curious, stepped forward, glanced, and asked, "You can't see, how do you know how the chess game is?"

"Go back after picking the fruit," he said.

Qian Miao was about to speak, but saw a fruit plate beside him. There were many fruits on it. In addition to persimmons, there were also longan, which was only abundant in the south, and several large fresh fruits.

She lowered her head and glanced at the persimmons in her basket. There were only two intact ones, and the others were rotten.

She thought for a while, then stepped forward and said, "I will play with you. If I win, you will give me this plate of fruit, how about that?"

Feng Xian's face turned towards her slightly: "You can play Go?"

Qian Miao put the basket next to him, jumped to the seat opposite him, and sat cross-legged: "I have learned some."

Feng Xian raised the corner of his mouth lightly, and said slowly: "Alright, if you can beat me, you can report to Uncle Yu what you want to eat in the future."

Qian Miao's heart was moved. She had angered her master recently. It was impossible to go down the mountain, and there was not much delicious food on the mountain. This was a good opportunity.

"Okay, then Uncle Yu can be your eye. If it's inconvenient for you, just let him help you play chess."

Feng Xian smiled lightly: "If you lose, don't cry."

"Wait, if you win, what do you want me to do?" Qian Miao was fair, she didn't want to take advantage of others.

Feng Xian pondered for a moment, then said, "Then let's sing a song."

He didn't ask for anything, he was just bored, and he had a kid with him to spend his time.

Qian Mi blinked: "Do you sing? Okay, I promise you."

After guessing the pieces, the chess game begins, Qian Miao is white, and black is closed, and black moves first.

Lao Yu kept smiling at these two people, and silently walked to Feng Xian's side, taking his eyes.

Explain the battle situation and play chess for Feng Xian.

At first, Feng Xian's expression was light, lazy and casual.

Slowly, after hearing Lao Yu talk about the layout of the white chess, his face became a little more serious.

He dropped a black chess and said in a low voice, "Girl, who did you learn Go from?"